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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Music Exam</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit outside the exam room, waiting, patiently, for my turn; <br>Anxiety has, long since, set in, and my stomach is all a-churn.<br>These music exams, have always been really rather formal, <br>So, I guess, to get this nervous, is just completely normal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I enter the exam room, and, having warmed up, I start, <br>But, all too soon, things, very slightly, begin to fall apart.<br>For this moment, in my life, I have, relentlessly, rehearsed; <br>Of the times, I’ve played this piece; this is, by far, the worst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m unable to stop my two hands from, literally, shaking, <br>And I’m feeling annoyed at the mistakes, I’m now making.<br>At home, I’ve played this piece, hundreds of times before, <br>But my fingers just don’t seem to want to work any more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At my mistakes, I’m now feeling really rather frustrated, <br>And deep inside, my spirit is now, somewhat, deflated.<br>At home, feeling relaxed, I played these pieces just fine; <br>Now my fingers, no longer feel as though they are even mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next up, the examiner asks me to play some scales and chords; <br>To make too many errors, in this section, I can very ill afford.<br>But, I hardly falter, and I get all of them, pretty much, right; <br>I feel extremely relieved, and the end of the exam is in sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Finally, I’m presented with a short piece of sight reading; <br>‘Nothing too difficult’ – in my mind, I’m, silently, pleading.<br>The examiner thanks me for coming, and I am now free to go.<br>How well I did, I now have to wait a few more weeks, to know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q>
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Anxiety has, long since, set in, and my stomach is all a-churn.
These music exams, have always been really rather formal, 
So, I guess, to get this nervous, is just completely normal.
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